Kept by Luna Voss
Chapter Four
Barion
“What the fuck?” Sarizor screams, throwing a wrench across the room. “What the absolute fucking fuck?”
Spit flies from his mouth and veins bulge in his neck. He looks completely unhinged, his wiry form taut and shaking with fury. On the other side of the garage, even his bodyguards look alarmed.
“This looks like it was a professional job,” I murmur, bending down to examine the wreckage strewing the garage floor. “Must have been at least three or four people. How do you think they took the door off? I don’t see any sign of an explosion.”
The Dultaz boss stares at me, absolutely seething with rage. “They knew she was here. They came looking for her. Why else would they hit the garage?”
“I don’t know,” I say, standing up. “Maybe they just wanted to fuck up our business. It’s going to be hard to wash money here until we get the place fixed up.”
“They came for her!”he shrieks, and I have to resist the urge to step backward to avoid the spittle. “This wasn’t a coincidence. The fucking day before we were supposed to interrogate her. How did they know?”
I try to choose my words carefully. “Well, I don’t know that we know for sure—”
“How did they know?” Sarizor growls again, getting right up in my face. “If you think it’s just a random thing that this happened last night, you’re stupider than I thought. Somebody talked. Somebody leaked.”
I stand my ground, knowing Sarizor is likely to interpret weakness as an admission of guilt. “It’s definitely possible. I can start making inquiries.”
“I told you we were going to interrogate her,” he snarls. “Maybe you should make some inquiries on yourself.”
This is now something I need to play carefully. I know that Sarizor doesn’t trust me, and frankly, his mental state seems somewhat tenuous. I need to defend myself without alienating him further.
“Oh, fuck off,” I growl, narrowing my eyes into a glare. “I’m your fucking underboss. If you think I betrayed Dultaz to some other family, why don’t you just kill me instead of disrespecting me.”
Sarizor glares back at me, not breaking eye contact, and he doesn’t seem convinced. Then he turns his back and walks away from me.
“Leave me,” he orders.
“I want to help,” I say, gritting my teeth as I play the role that I must. “Sarizor, tell me how I can help. This is my Family too. It’s my Family that got attacked.”
He doesn’t turn to look at me as he replies. “You’re on vacation. Go take your lady somewhere nice, and don’t come back for a couple weeks.”
* * *
Melyta
My heart leaps as I hear Barion coming home. I run downstairs from the room where Jenyta is lying in bed and wrap my arms around him.
“I missed you, Vostra,” I say into his chest. “How’s your arm?”
He holds me and puts a big kiss on top of my head. “Doing much better. The face, too. You were right, that cream really works.”
I smile slightly, squeezing him and taking in his warmth. The only reason I know about the cream is because Barion applies it to my bottom after he gives me a spanking. Sometimes, it’s the difference between sitting comfortably the next day, and getting a stinging reminder of my punishment every time I sit down.
“How’s she doing?” my mate asks, stroking my face.
I smile, finally somewhat relaxed for the first time in days. “She’s still way out, but she’s okay. No injuries. Korva and I got her unhooked and out of her restraints. She’s in bed in the guest room upstairs. Korva says she might not wake up for a couple of days, so we’ve got her on an IV drip for now.”
I take Barion’s hand and lead him upstairs to where Jenyta is recovering. For a moment we just watch her lying peacefully in bed, and Barion wraps his arms around me from behind.
“You were great last night, you know,” he murmurs to me, burying his face in my neck. “We never would have rescued her if it wasn’t for you.”
“I’m sure you would have found another way to open the garage door,” I deflect, trying to be humble.
He squeezes me. “Not just that. You saved our asses with the van. I thought that was the end for me until you smashed into the garage.”
I nuzzle him playfully. “Now we’ve both saved each other by hitting someone with a car.”
He laughs, and his hands move up to cup my breasts. “I guess that’s true. We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”
“I mean, you’re holding quite the pair,” I giggle, enjoying how light I suddenly feel without Jenyta’s kidnapping weighing on me. “I think you have pairs on your mind a little too much right now.”
“Maybe I do,” he grunts, beginning to kiss my neck.
I moan, melting against him as he kisses his way up to my ear and begins to nibble. Before long, his hand is down the front of my pants, and he’s fingering my clit as I grind my butt against his hard shaft.
A moan escapes my lips, and Jenyta’s face twitches. Barion freezes. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” he whispers.
But I’ve been watching Jenyta all day, and I know damn well she isn’t going to wake up. A face twitch doesn’t mean anything. I ignore Barion, reaching behind me and finding his cock through his pants. It’s not that I’m trying to get fucked in the same room as my friend or anything, more just that I enjoy riling Barion up, trying to unlock his animal instincts in situations where he wants to control himself.
Besides, it’s not like Jenyta never brought a guy home when we were living together. We’ve been best friends long enough that at this point, neither of us has any shame.
“You’re bad,” Barion groans, allowing me to stroke his cock through his pants. “What if she wakes up?”
“She’s not going to wake up,” I gasp, fiddling with his belt buckle.
His breathing starts to get very heavy as I wrap my hand around the warm skin of his shaft. He lets out a groan, and I wriggle around so that I’m facing him, then drop to my knees.
“Melyta, what are you—”
He breaks off as I take the head of his cock into my mouth, looking up at him with big eyes. He knows damn well what I’m doing. I’m not exactly a picture of subtlety right now.
The satisfied sigh he releases as I begin to take him deeper makes it all worthwhile.
“Babe, she’s going to wake up,” Barion groans, his beacon glowing gold.
“She’s not,” I counter, barely taking my mouth off his cock. “You could fire a gun in here and she wouldn’t notice.”
He weaves his fingers into my hair and begins to guide my head, thrusting himself into my mouth. “Let’s not test that. Fuck, your little mouth feels so good.”
Jenyta stirs again and Barion freezes, holding me on his cock. I look up at him, my eyes growing wide as I do my best not to gag for air. He watches Jenyta for a moment, then looks down at me, still keeping me in place with my mouth wrapped around his shaft. I feel utterly dominated, completely at his mercy.
“We’re going to go outside now,” he growls. “The things I’m about to do to you, Jenyta doesn’t get to see.”
* * *
Barion
Who the fuck is this girl? Is she really my mate? I always knew she had a kinky side, but this is new somehow. This is dirty. This is… fun. I can’t believe she just started sucking my cock in the same room as her friend like that.
“Up,” I order Melyta, lifting her to her feet by her armpits. She follows my lead, even though it seems like she’d rather stay on her knees.
Dirty girl.
She’ll be back there soon enough.
The moment we’re out of Jenyta’s room and in the hallway, I push her roughly against the wall.
“Back on your knees, vulta,” I order, smirking as I push her back down to the floor. She kneels between me and the wall, mouth hanging open, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
I lace my fingers back into her hair. Her beacon flashes gold. She extends her tongue slightly, as though begging me to slide my cock back in. Looking down at her, guiding her head, I place my cock back on her warm, wet tongue and slowly push inside. She closes her lips around it eagerly.
“You’re being such a good little vulta today,” I tell her, hearing the growl in my voice as I thrust my cock into her mouth. “I’m going to do bad, bad things to this little body. I’m going to have my way with you.”
Her beacon glows brighter, and that smell she makes when she’s horny becomes so strong it’s almost intoxicating. I keep talking to her as I fuck her mouth, spurred on by her reactions.
“I’m going to make you beg, vulta,” I growl, holding her for a moment all the way down on my cock and looking her in the eyes. “I’m going to leave you dripping with my cum and begging for more. I’m going to treat you like I own you.”
Her hands fall to her sides and she surrenders to me completely, letting me fuck her mouth up against the wall. I hear her moaning around my cock, see saliva starting to drip down her chin as she struggles to take me as deep as I want.
“You’re so good at this,” I praise her, my attention rapt as she sputters on my thick shaft. “So good at sucking my big cock. Keep being a good girl for me, vulta. Show me how good you can be.”
I start to really lose myself now, thrusting in and out of her mouth over and over again, chasing the feeling. Her eyes widen and she grabs onto my knees for support. I just keep fucking her mouth, captivated by the warmth of her lips, the softness of her tongue, the way her throat feels in the back.
Melyta moans, and I see her slide one of her hands down the front of her pants. I let out an animal growl, instantly fired up, and rip the front of her shirt open, popping the buttons. To my immense satisfaction, she isn’t wearing a bra, revealing her wonderful, naked breasts, nipples fully hard. This gets me so turned on I can hardly think. Every inch of bare skin, every stretch mark, is perfect to me, and I want to fucking devour her right here.
I almost do. But I need to cum first. The need is so strong it’s almost overwhelming. And the way Melyta is sucking my cock, I don’t think I can resist much longer. I keep sliding my cock in and out of her mouth until the sensation reaches a breaking point, and then everything I’m doing becomes blurry with pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp as my cock begins to twitch. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shoots out of me, splashing against her tongue, her lips, her chin, her neck. My orgasm just keeps rolling, each twitch delivering more of my seed, and I hang onto the wall for support, overwhelmed.
When I spiral back to reality, panting, I see Melyta on her knees below me, beacon gleaming gold. She looks like a sexy fucking wreck, shirt torn open, makeup smeared, cum dribbling down her chin onto her tits. I’ve made an absolute mess of her.
“I’m still waiting for you to make me beg,” she whispers, looking up at me.
* * *
Melyta
I need this version of Barion. I need more of this, all of this. It’s like he’s a fucking animal when he’s in this state. An animal that wants nothing more than to fuck me and use me and make my body his.
The mark on my neck tingles as I look up at my mate, his warm seed slowly trickling down my face and neck. He’s turned me into a complete and utter mess, and I love it. I feel so totally owned, so dominated, so ready to surrender to him even more.
“Lose the pants,” he commands me, already fiddling with the buckle.
I submit, letting him take off my pants as I quiver on the floor of the hallway. He kneels down in front of me and pulls my panties down my legs, looking me dead in the eyes, his fangs extended. Fuck, that turns me on so much. My body always has such an intense reaction when he extends his fangs. I’m pretty sure it has to do with his pheromones or something.
My crotch and my inner thighs are shining with wetness as he bares me. His eyes flash as he sees it and I feel myself blushing, even though he’s seen me like this so many times before. It always makes me feel so vulnerable, the power he has over my sexual responses. Sometimes it doesn’t take more than a look or a flash of his fangs to get me dripping. A fact that Barion thoroughly enjoys taking full advantage of.
“You want to come, you ask permission, understand?” He takes a fistful of my hair and makes me look at him as he waits for my response.
I nod my head, clit throbbing.
Barion keeps looking at me a second longer, as though daring me to disobey. Then he runs two fingers across my breasts, coating them with his cum.
Then he reaches down between my legs and slowly slides those fingers inside me, his thumb finding a familiar position on my clit.
My entire body does a little spasm as he penetrates me with his cum-soaked fingers. I let out a moan, instinctively putting my small hand over his big one as he starts to finger me.
From that moment on, I’m putty in his hands.
“I love the way your cunt wraps around my fingers,” he purrs, sliding them in and out of me as his other hand finds my neck. “Such a tight, perfect little pussy.”
All I can do is whimper, the early tingles of an orgasm starting to build. I watch as he thrusts his fingers inside me, an expression of lustful focus on his face. The whole time, he never deviates from the same steady, driving rhythm, each firm stroke sending me tumbling closer to climax.
“Vostra, you’re going to make me come,” I moan, my entire body starting to tense up.
“What do you say?” he growls.
“Please!” I gasp. “Please, can I come?”
He smirks, but doesn’t stop fingering me. “No.”
I glare at him, even as the pleasure gets more intense. “No?”
“Not yet. You have to wait until I say.”
I twitch as a bolt of pleasure flashes through me, threatening to send me over the edge. “Vostra, please. I can’t hold it.”
He shakes his head, his smirk growing wider. “I said no. Try begging.”
Despite my bold statement earlier, I’m not actually about to start begging. I have a little more dignity than that, thank you. I turn away from him, pouting, not giving in.
“You’re cute,” he whispers, flashing his fangs, “but we both know what’s going to happen here.”
I shake my head. He’s right, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy.
“Melyta,” Barion warns me, “you don’t get to come until you beg me for it. I’m happy to do this all day.”
“Maybe I’ll just do it without permission,” I retort, a little too cute for my own good.
For that, Barion flips me over and forces me onto all fours, bending me over doggy style with my face pressed against the ground. I yelp as he delivers a number of sharp spanks to my ass.
“That would be a great way to earn yourself a thorough punishment,” he growls, “and no orgasms until I see you on your best behavior.”
My eyes widen. “Sorry, Vostra! I’ll be good!”
The prospect of being grounded from orgasms is enough to put some real fear into me. That sounds difficult. Especially around him.
He returns to fingering me, but keeps me on all fours. I feel wonderfully exposed in this position, bent over and showing him my most intimate parts. Before long, he’s edging me again, and I’m faced with the reality that he’s going to make me beg.
“Please, Vostra,” I whimper, “I really need to come. Please, can I come?”
“Keep begging,” he smirks, slapping me on the ass.
“Please!” I wail, starting to feel legitimately desperate. My clit is throbbing with need, pussy burning, every cell in my body primed for the flood of much-needed pleasure. Every moment I keep waiting is torture.
“Maybe I should just keep you in suspense,” Barion teases me. “See how desperate you get after a couple of days, or maybe even a week. I’ll bet you’d really beg me then. I’ll bet you’d be really fucking cute.”
“Vostra, please!” I whimper, dignity forgotten. “I need you to make me come! Barion, I need it. I’ll do anything… Please. Please. Please…”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Okay, that’s enough. Let me see you come for me, vulta. You have permission.”
I plunge into my climax like I’m falling off a cliff.
* * *
Barion
Melyta moans and twitches in front of me on the ground as I thrust my fingers in and out of her cunt, her whole body shaking. Her hands scratch around on the carpet and her pussy squeezes my fingers, her cute little bottom hole winking at me just above it. She looks so good bent over like this. I need to put her in this position more often.
When it seems like the peak of her orgasm is over, I position myself behind her and slide the head of my cock between her shining pussy lips. She gasps, trembling with anticipation.
I groan in happiness as I push my cock inside her.
“You’re going to ask me if you need to come again, right, vulta?” I warn her, starting to thrust.
She nods, whimpering.
Her ass looks fucking perfect as my fingers dig into her soft flesh, sliding her up and down my shaft. I can’t believe this woman belongs to me. I can’t believe I get to do this to her anytime I want. I’m so fucking lucky to have her squirming under me. My plaything. My treasure. My Fated Mate.
“Please, Barion, can I come?” she begs me sooner than I expected, her voice quivering slightly. “You’re going to make me come again.”
“Yes,” I breathe, more focused on how close I am to my own climax than anything. “You can come for me. Come on this big cock.”
Her pussy clenches around me and all the muscles in her body get very tense. Then she moans loudly, and she doesn’t stop. I grip her waist firmly as I thrust myself inside her, stretching her little cunt open and watching her orgasm.
The sight of her twitching in climax is enough to send me over the edge as well. I slump forward, pressing my body down onto her, the pleasure overwhelming me as I pump her full of my seed.
For a while we just lie there on the ground, catching our breath. I can feel her heart beating under me, and every once in a while her pussy gives a little twitch around my cock. I feel so close to her, like we’ve both discovered that we love the same specific brand of crazy.
“That was… fucking hot,” Melyta says finally. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, wishing I could melt into the floor with her and hold her like this forever. “Whoever decided to make us Fated Mates did a good fucking job.”
At least ten minutes go by before we finally decide to pick ourselves up. I help Melyta up from the ground, marveling at what a mess I’ve made of her. I marked her again today, in my own way. An experience to be repeated. As far as I’m concerned, she was designed to be marked with my cum. Designed to feel my sticky warmth between her thighs.
“My legs are shaky,” she giggles. “I can barely stand up.”
“Then I’ll carry you,” I say with a grin, and she squeals as I pick her up from the ground.
Melyta clings to me, looking adorably happy to be in my arms. “Carry me where?”
I give her ass a little squeeze as I lift her down the hall. “To the bathroom, of course. As much as I like keeping you messy, I think you and I should probably take a shower before your friend wakes up.”
She laughs, glancing back at Jenyta’s room. “Yeah. That might be a good idea.”
